I dream of a clear day,
smell of the soil wet from mildew;
first, bright rays of light
waking up ladybirds.
I dream of gentle wind,
playfully moving my hair
in all directions,
and wild birds' voices.
I dream of a perfect peace,
without the noise of breaking,
without worries about tomorrow,
without complaints of unhappy people.
I dream of
my dreams coming through
at least in half,
in one-tenth,
so I could spend time watching clouds...
Marius Silverstone
Marius Silverstone
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